Beyond the Zhou Xu of the Eternal Heaven Domain lay a chaotic void.
Ruo Su was locked in a fierce battle with Panwu Rao and Meng Yong.
Both Panwu Rao and Meng Yong were already injured.
Yet working together, they had firmly pinned Ruo Su down.
"If nothing unexpected happened, Lixin Sword House had already been razed, and the reincarnated body of the Great Lord of Sword Emperor City had met with disaster as well."
Panwu Rao wiped away a trickle of fresh blood from the corner of her lips and spoke with a smile, every word steeped in provocation.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to keep risking your life. Everything is already futile. Why not stop here?"
Meng Yong urged her kindly. "Is it worth it for the sake of a dead man?"
Ruo Su remained tranquil and ignored them.
Yet her attacks grew increasingly fierce, carrying the force of someone willing to stake everything on this fight.
This brought immense pressure upon Panwu Rao and Meng Yong, and their injuries began to worsen.
Even they had to admit that Ruo Su's combat strength was truly terrifying.
Had it been one-on-one, they would have been defeated long ago!
"Forget you—even the Little Lord of Sword Emperor City cannot stop all this. Why insist on being so stubborn?"
Meng Yong sighed. "Why not calm down first? We can discuss together what ought to be done for Su Yi."
Panwu Rao was puzzled. "What should be done?"
Meng Yong said seriously, "Once someone dies, they must be laid out, a grave must be built, they must be buried, a tombstone erected, paper offerings burned, and rites held. Which of these does not require careful preparation?"
Panwu Rao burst out laughing.
Who would have thought this old thing could be so